Broken guitar strings You are my Prince Charming Draped in velvet robes Of all that's alarming Raw and exposed Shattered nerves Itchy skin Dirty words And
every note The endless tapes Of every word you wrote Real live bleeding fingers And broken guitar strings Real live bleeding fingers And broken guitar strings
guitar strings You are my Prince Charming Draped in velvet robes Of all that's alarming Raw and exposed Shattered nerves Itchy skin Dirty words And
to feel And his eyes like prayers were quiet When you heard his tongues of steel And morning is the long way home The ghost of ghosts was passing And
You know, the times ain't been easy For me and my Homeless Guitar. Now I know how it feels to be judged in a glance Stripped of your pride and your
said My mama told me to play the six string My mama told me but here I go again My mama told me go to church when I'm able And never live a moment of
On Guitar I See Your Evil Agenda You See I Wont Surrender I'm Not Your Puppy On A String When You Try To Fool Me And You Try To Push Me When You Try To
me like a microphone Turn me on and off and make me Say it's magic Yes it's magic to me Hold me like an air guitar Run your fingers up my neck And
summer is here, I'm still waiting there; Winter is here, And I'm still waiting there. --- Guitar solo --- Like I said: It's been three years since I'm knockin' on your door, And
train. Hey momma rock me Running from the cold up in New England. I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band. My baby plays a guitar I pick
bet the wrong horse You put down the phone and cried For yourself And for what You couldn't have A plea That won't do Now that she Serves it to you And
's the limit and we take y'all [Akinyele] Yo before you niggas aint know match For this Jimi Hendrix guitar type of nigga with no strings attached I
critics and skeptics alike All bought a ticket to this show tonight And they'll see firsthand that I have survived And what doesn't kill you makes you more alive And
But I guess you can't really see the wind It just comes in and fills the space And everytime something moves You think that you have seen its face And I've always got my guitar
of my guitar I'm breaking strings And other things playing hard No I'm not on the rag But I'm not on the run I am matching the big boys one for one And
GREAT... ...And this is enough. So, now you can fly: Come on, play your guitar, now! All your pain is here, on your strings steel, and the future is your
the music papers Played him for the thousandth time And everybody said that finally He'd made the climb Somewhere on the urban clearway Someone sings his favourite song Guitar
and he called the actors down And he asked them all to say three words, 'up down and around' 'Up down and around' they cried with one according voice And